tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508741038724349822018-02-22T14:55:51.232+13:00Makaea@Hornby High SchoolI am a student at Hornby High School. This is a place where I will be able to share my learning with you. Please note....some work won't be edited - just my first drafts, so there may be some surface errors. I would love your feedback, comments, thoughts and ideas.Blogadmin 2017http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162610642278916271noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-65163819928608589022017-12-19T17:51:00.003+13:002017-12-19T17:51:55.382+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two Sweet Tooth<ul style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; clear: none; color: #454545; float: left; font-family: Bariol, &quot;Open Sans&quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16.6839px; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; max-width: 332px; padding: 0px 2rem 0px 0px; width: 332px;"><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #4d4d51; font-family: &quot;Bariol Bold&quot;, &quot;Open Sans&quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 600;"></span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #4d4d51; font-family: &quot;Bariol Bold&quot;, &quot;Open Sans&quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 600;">Cake&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="250g butter, softened" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">250g butter, softened&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="3 cups (660g) white sugar" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">3 cups (660g) white sugar</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="6 eggs" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">6 eggs</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="30ml red food colouring" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">30ml red food colouring</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="3 cups (375g) plain flour" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">3 cups (375g) plain flour</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="1 cup (250ml) buttermilk" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">1 cup (250ml) buttermilk</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="1 teaspoon vanilla essence" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">1 teaspoon vanilla essence</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="1/2 teaspoon salt" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">1/2 teaspoon salt</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="1 teaspoon bicarb soda" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">1 teaspoon bicarb soda</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span data-original="1 tablespoon white vinegar" itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">1 tablespoon white vinegar</span></li></ul><ul style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; clear: none; color: #454545; float: left; font-family: Bariol, &quot;Open Sans&quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16.6839px; list-style-type: none; margin: 0px; max-width: 332px; padding: 0px 2rem 0px 0px; width: 332px;"><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #4d4d51; font-family: &quot;Bariol Bold&quot;, &quot;Open Sans&quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: 600;">White Chocolate Cream Cheese Icing</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">375g white chocolate</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">500g cream cheese</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">250g butter, softened</span></li><li style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0.7rem 0px;"><span itemprop="ingredients" style="box-sizing: border-box;">Couldn't Find image due to copy right.</span></li><li></li></ul>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-58153488433552173482017-12-19T17:46:00.002+13:002017-12-19T17:46:48.258+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two Making a Fashion Statement The outfits that people wore in the late 1940s are very different to the outfits we wear now. Women wearing hats and gloves in their day to day outfits men wearing hats and suits all day. I would prefer the outfits we wear today. The outfits they wore back then must of gotten hot with all the layers of clothes. But that is just my&nbsp;opinion.Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-59601221094260206232017-12-19T17:34:00.003+13:002017-12-19T17:34:53.866+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two VE Day! If it was me I would invite my family over. We can run around and jump on the trampoline. We would eat hamburgers, sausages, patsies, ribs and chops. We would probably go to the park and play touch or ride our bikes. Then at night we would roast marshmallows and put them in the middle of chocolate biscuits.Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-58321379526395887712017-12-18T10:40:00.002+13:002017-12-18T10:40:48.104+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two Women at Work <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><i><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">One day I was walking along the deck of the ship when I hear a loud bang. I start to run as I see smoke coming from the far end of the ship. I run towards the room where your patients are waiting to receive treatment from the doctor. Just as I arrive at the door to their room I hear another loud bang and I turn slowly around. I see man laying down in a pool of blood I recognised him. It was Benjamin we where childhood friends I started to cry. I went inside and grabbed a first ad kit. I ran to him as fast as I could. I went on my knees I was shaking him and saying "wake up, wake up!" he was died. I held him by the shoulders and dragged him the room where the patients where. I could hear something from out side I looked through the window. "BANG!" I blacked out and woke up in the </span></i></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><i><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hospital. I was in a coma for two years Benjamin already had his funeral. It's hard living life without Benjamin. </span></i></span>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-31272521432105978932017-12-18T10:17:00.000+13:002017-12-18T10:17:38.269+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two: A Call to Arms<span style="color: #333333; font-family: ProximaNova, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Lloyd Trigg is the only serviceman to have been awarded the VC on the ‘recommendation’ of an enemy.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ProximaNova, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ProximaNova, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Despite being hit repeatedly by anti-aircraft fire, Trigg pressed home his attack and fatally damaged the German submarine with depth charges.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ProximaNova, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">His crippled Liberator then crashed into the sea with the loss of all eight crew. German survivors praised Trigg’s courage after they were picked up by an Allied ship. Their evidence was instrumental in the New Zealander being awarded a posthumous VC.</span>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-92138390833618957892017-12-18T10:11:00.001+13:002017-12-18T10:11:56.501+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two An Eventful Experience<h3></h3>By the mid-1939, Japan and China had already been engaged in full-scale war for nearly two years. The city of Tianjin had been captured by Japanese forces on 30 Jul 1937, but the Japanese Army had avoided the foreign concessions in order to prevent diplomatic complications. On 9 Apr 1939, a Chinese-national who was a manager and a customs official for the Japanese-controlled Federal Reserve Bank of North China, a man considered to be a collaborationist, was assassinated by Chinese resistance fighters at the Grand Theater. The Japanese soon named six Chinese men as the killers, and announced that they were hiding in the British concession. The Japanese Army demanded them to be handed over, and the British police complied, though asking the Japanese not to torture them and to return them in five days. Ignoring the first part of the agreement, the Japanese tortured the four men that the British police turned over, getting two of them to confess. Five days later, the Japanese returned the four men to the British concession as promised.<span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;verdana&quot;; font-size: 11px;">&nbsp;</span>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-15776103857198863842017-12-17T18:32:00.000+13:002017-12-17T18:32:02.969+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two Paying it ForwardIf I could go back in time and visit a family the snacks I would give them are:<br /><br /><ol><li>Cad bury chocolate (all kind)</li><li>Boxes of shapes (all kind)</li><li>Biscuits (of all kind)</li><li>Waffles (of all kind)</li><li>M&amp;Ms</li><li>Skittles</li><li>Other lollies</li></ol>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-72685274635806467732017-12-17T18:26:00.000+13:002017-12-17T18:26:13.461+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two Offering a Helping Hand <br /><ol><li>Buy chocolate or cookies and go around selling them for 5 dollars. Then give the money to the families of my clothes or food then give the families that.</li><li>Do a fundraiser to get money we can sing, dance, or have a ruffle.</li><li>We can do chores for the neighbours and they can pay us.&nbsp; &nbsp;</li></ol>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-36119264278677859892017-12-17T18:19:00.001+13:002017-12-17T18:19:31.715+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two Dealing with Stress To distress I colour in my colouring books. I also draw whats on my mind and I watch videos on my Chromebook. To distress I listen to mindfulness music.Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-90408452230586760052017-12-17T17:30:00.002+13:002017-12-17T17:30:55.034+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two Crossing the Tasman<div style="text-align: center;">As I aboard the Southern Cross</div><div style="text-align: center;">Twenty minutes until left off</div><div style="text-align: center;">We wave and say our last goodbyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tears fall from my eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Left off where going up to the sky</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ice and heavy rain start to come from behind</div><div style="text-align: center;">My stomach drops right to the ground</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can feel Butterfly's in my stomach flying around</div><div style="text-align: center;">As what felt like years we finally land</div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel safe and sound</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I can eat my Favorited snack a Harsh Brown</div><div style="text-align: center;">I go to rest my head</div><div style="text-align: center;">On a comfy king size bed</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't wait to run around and play</div><div style="text-align: center;">Goodbye for now see you another day&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-35417527933604322162017-12-17T16:53:00.001+13:002017-12-17T16:53:23.868+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week 2 Art Deco&nbsp;I give this Art Deco a 4 out of 5 I like the shading of it and how realistic it looks. I didn't give it a five because I have this weird felling about it. the way the woman looks. It looks like she has cold dead eyes. So that's only what I think anyway.<img height="364" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/9o4vPa79UDuTycpsLTYR_xJplvt4q9Wyj1z6JGqvUPqIZChzv7SfRsl3hQqqMZsdCQ5lQsgqzrK_RB_c9E6jBgRikaAbOOaWTwTy4x_Rnvhzk4mrUaL5d-Exviezshqad2jCjbZQ" style="border: none; display: inline; float: right; margin: 5px 10px;" width="274" />Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-48244506578625713002017-12-17T16:44:00.002+13:002017-12-17T16:44:47.061+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two: Popular Culture – The Silent Movie I did not like this silent film. First of all I hate that it's silent it does have background music but I did not like the ever. Also it doesn't have any colour and then big words just pop up out of nowhere. You don't even know their talking until big words pop up. I dislike this version of filming and I am happy that films this day have colour and sound.Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-76861120243858941262017-12-17T16:34:00.002+13:002017-12-17T16:34:35.197+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two In Flanders Fields I think the poem is very touching I really like how it rhymed. I bet those who lost their loved ones must go to the Anzac ceremony every year. I am happy that the war is over. We are lucky that we live in a safe country. To those who lost their loved ones they served our country. they are all looking down on us. Lest We Forget.&nbsp;Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-21616343505831938232017-12-17T16:27:00.000+13:002017-12-17T16:27:19.230+13:00Summer Learning Journey Week Two The Right to VoteI think it is unfair how women where not allowed to vote. Did men under&nbsp;underestimate women at the time. I'm happy that now women are allowed to vote because that means I can vote when I'm older. I'm also happy that women's voices can be heard. I give Kate Shepard a huge thanks for getting women to vote.Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-27427547574081283612017-12-17T16:19:00.001+13:002017-12-17T16:19:42.226+13:00Summer Learning Journey: Week 2 Murcia Cathedral<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><img alt="Image result for Murcia Cathedral" height="235" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/j0xidx2rAOWaTtsun724w7XN_r5ts4itDkD2jzOGbSwg2oAmto5KTHqoK0TjDln7hzhnmhSn3_CH1F2sfHFdmGpFd-djqiF-hqNLGumNUnmoM109tMR_xBd7yhmDxfGRQd_n7yrs" style="-webkit-transform: rotate(0.00rad); border: none; transform: rotate(0.00rad);" width="293" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Murcia Cathedral can be found in Plaza del Cardenal Belluga, 1, 30001 Murcia, Spain. There is twenty-five bells in the Murcia Cathedral these are some of their names. The Bell of the Spells, La Catalana, The Bell of Prayer,La Fuensanta, The Conception, La Seguidilla, The greater or Agueda-Martillo which is the main bell.</span></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-2fc63c09-627b-44c8-0a01-262e4e6c4c03"><br /></span><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When the Christian king Jaime I the Conqueror conquered the city, in spite of the existing pact with the Muslims of the city that prevented destroying any mosque, the king Jaime I took the Great Mosque or Aljamía to consecrate it to the Virgin Mary, since he had the custom to offer a mass to Our Lady whenever he conquered a village. The cimentation of the cathedral begun in the 13th century, in the same place where the great mosque stood. In 1385 the laying of foundations began and in 1388 the first stone was laid. But it was not until 1394 that the construction began, which would be finished in October 1467. Nevertheless, the cathedral continued to grow until the 18th century, which means that the cathedral is made of a variety of artistic styles.</span></div>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-39596421937764075322017-11-28T17:56:00.000+13:002017-11-28T17:57:14.934+13:00Week 1 Summer Learning Journey: Waka Ana<img src="https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/e/2PACX-1vSFWgmqIS17bdtpni8qJSO103uNAUFUx3WUaMz9N5Gq27SR3R8tkbxQNCHQCgsQxMmIlrSXVP53hhMt/pub?w=480&amp;h=360" /><br />I think it would be fun but I just don't think I'm good enough to do this. Maybe in the future I would grow more to this sport. But for now I want to learn more about waka racing. So I know if I want to do I know what to do. Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-45725975007142612682017-11-28T08:50:00.000+13:002017-11-28T08:50:06.739+13:00Week 1 Summer Learning Journey: Setting Sail<img src="https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/e/2PACX-1vQAaOyrEPk09D51HfxUonyrrwrAXth266vqNbWcK49PBRoh7z5ogs6MCoxKM5BYdEaOCZNB24Qq675p/pub?w=480&amp;h=360" />Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-45559254080039767002017-11-27T15:16:00.000+13:002017-11-27T21:01:50.545+13:00Week 1 Summer Learning Journey: The First SettlersMaui &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br />Image by: DevianArt &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://img00.deviantart.net/dbed/i/2015/120/8/b/maori_hunter_by_carlpearce-d3bp01t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Image result for maui maori god" border="0" class="irc_mi" height="320" src="https://img00.deviantart.net/dbed/i/2015/120/8/b/maori_hunter_by_carlpearce-d3bp01t.jpg" style="margin-top: 0px;" width="232" />&nbsp;<span style="color: black;">Maui used his ancestor Murirangawhenua's jawbone for his line. Maui pulled up the North island by himself. Maui's canoe is the South island. Maui's mother cut off her hair and put Maui in it when he was just a baby. She then threw him into the ocean and that's how Maui became a demi god. Then many years later Maui found his mother and his bothers by turning into a bird and flying across the country to find them.</span></a><a href="https://img00.deviantart.net/dbed/i/2015/120/8/b/maori_hunter_by_carlpearce-d3bp01t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></a><a href="https://img00.deviantart.net/dbed/i/2015/120/8/b/maori_hunter_by_carlpearce-d3bp01t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></a><a href="https://img00.deviantart.net/dbed/i/2015/120/8/b/maori_hunter_by_carlpearce-d3bp01t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></a><a href="https://img00.deviantart.net/dbed/i/2015/120/8/b/maori_hunter_by_carlpearce-d3bp01t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></a></div>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-76624993672946433352017-11-23T10:57:00.002+13:002017-11-23T10:57:58.247+13:00Poha to Kirihou&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<iframe allowfullscreen="true" frameborder="0" height="299" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/e/2PACX-1vTD3GouvlIw1mdfeEj_xd9p9Ud1HIda0tuSCUzUWpUkLfnLm_O0r7FcXaN9GRNrZA9Mm-n9n8Ki88he/embed?start=false&amp;loop=false&amp;delayms=3000" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="480"></iframe><br />This term we have been learning about how food preservation has changed since the early days. I have learnt how that we have damaged the environment killing sea animals when we throw our plastic in the ocean we need to work on not using plastic. We made wax wraps in class and they are better to use than plastic.Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-23417681624760502952017-10-16T14:12:00.002+13:002017-10-16T14:12:32.327+13:00100 Word Challenge week 1 term 4 <div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><img height="635" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/Wy88L7CQwTvAwKv4bi5-a-wMkkuxuLCRqzZ-cJUcPMw5Afme1rkeNAxgDyqbwBxmAtT5wJ4BTCw6VXOwhVA_otzXNUaz2kHW2Szl5oQvZHJOLNJupfb-EycmjtIwiUNYMvzajGWp" style="-webkit-transform: rotate(0.00rad); border: none; transform: rotate(0.00rad);" width="563" /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 24pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Social Experience at local park.</span></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-381b70ba-22bb-67c0-fd67-ab9a3bd99554"><br /></span><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At Blossom Meadows a social experience was held. Davy Grey a local T.V host did a social experience. What would you do if you saw legs coming out from the pond. Would you be a person that helps, or will you walk away and say you didn’t see anything? &nbsp;The first person was Nancy Baker who worked at the town bakery, she walked past and noticed something in the water. She screamed and before she could ring the police Davy and his crew stopped her. “I was so frighted it’s such a nice town what could've happened?” said Nancy. </span></div>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-85944925863464813772017-09-22T10:37:00.001+12:002017-09-22T10:37:14.081+12:00The Piano<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">WALT:write a descriptive piece of writing from the old man's point of view as he recalls his memories.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Piano</span></div><b id="docs-internal-guid-5c711a62-a694-167e-d78e-217e5821f000" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Good bye said my wife sweetly as I looked into her kind eyes. I watch her as she closes her eyes for the last time. A month past since my wife’s funeral I play her piano, everyday I play her favorite song. I remember her she was a kind hearted person. She would always help those in need. I remember the war she waited for me to come back I was never there for her. I could never help, I could never do things right and that got my best friend killed. </span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I play the piano more and I feel like she is right here next to me. I can see her dancing around the room as I play the piano. She sits and holds my hands I tell I miss her and that I’m alone without her. She starts playing the piano with me “I’m sorry” I say. “I was never there for you and now you're gone” I say. “It wasn’t your fault it was no one’s fault” she said. She hugs me I look at her as she slowly disappears. </span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I carry on playing the more I play the more I remember, the war. I fought for my country and in return my best friend Brandon got killed. I didn’t follow orders I went the other way Brandon took a shot for me. I was supposed to die not him I never forgave myself after that day. </span></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 13.999999999999998pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was about to stop playing the piano when I see my son George on his 7th birthday he always wanted a horse to ride. &nbsp;I see him running around the room sadly George died with a heart disease at the age 27. He stops running then under the piano came Gabe George’s son. “It’s ok grandpa” he said “I miss dad and grandma too”. &nbsp;“You were always a smart kid” I said he giggled. He started playing the piano with me and from then I would start teaching kids how to play piano. Gabe is my first student I know life will be hard without my wife and George but life moves on. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-6075919343948659582017-09-22T10:12:00.000+12:002017-09-22T10:12:43.459+12:00Te Ngahere&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<iframe allowfullscreen="true" frameborder="0" height="299" mozallowfullscreen="true" src="https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/e/2PACX-1vSTvhOJmrGOec5djgYVvz8HE--zAqsWPE1Kx8IA56o19okSoLXqiR59FGRBQgIYG1GEzSyYWCfjfRm9/embed?start=false&amp;loop=false&amp;delayms=3000" webkitallowfullscreen="true" width="480"></iframe><br /><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wal about te ngahere, the rakau, the kararehe, the manu and the risks to the forest.</div>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-29966379656211194412017-08-24T09:41:00.000+12:002017-08-24T09:41:23.658+12:00Sierre Leone Mudslide<h1 dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.5999999999999999; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 11.25pt 0pt 7.05pt 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 27pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Week #45</span></h1><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Js1cjyXAb9SmFapG8lSgLmZ8_kOoDOYAi6BolU7zQUwe5y_UgtxZWFca_o9pHyra_e5mu-ZYRna_9--npS-dr2vmCEM8lQYjZL_HoePmv8TV_R7unX2vjwR9Ft8mkQ60A81mXYnP" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/Js1cjyXAb9SmFapG8lSgLmZ8_kOoDOYAi6BolU7zQUwe5y_UgtxZWFca_o9pHyra_e5mu-ZYRna_9--npS-dr2vmCEM8lQYjZL_HoePmv8TV_R7unX2vjwR9Ft8mkQ60A81mXYnP" style="border: none; transform: rotate(0rad);" width="345" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><img height="186" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/7QhaS6HjctlJnaLd5QIhdEA2m4S3PHO64G-ZllhGWU4QcPxYvaiis-Ok9KDi8G_N0GRTyc98rzqFXAaZqCNYIjbnV5BtagtviXtaxIs-T89bsH8Lv4n5uWxTDRsh8wJpfYfX3ilH" style="-webkit-transform: rotate(0.00rad); border: none; transform: rotate(0.00rad);" width="327" /></span></div><b id="docs-internal-guid-779b5449-1109-7d86-d06a-9814699b4859" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 19pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">World Events for your writing</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 19pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #373737; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m sure you won’t have missed the events in Barcelona, Spain this week or the devastation caused by the mudslide in Sierre Leone and the violence in Charlottesville, Virginia. The prompt this week uses the emotions that the media has shown us.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 19pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: red; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Latest prompt</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 19pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #373737; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I said at the top of this page, the events around the world this week:</span></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 19pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #373737; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">… as it came rushing towards us we…</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 19pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #373737; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sierre Leone</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #373737; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #373737; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mudslide</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 19pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #373737; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-779b5449-1109-ed85-08fe-6169b65896d6" style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 19pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #373737; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Rumble, rumble!!!” I woke up. I couldn’t sleep, my house kept shaking. I went outside to see what was shaking my house. I looked up at a tall mountain, there was a mudslide coming towards us. I tried warning people but they all said I was crazy. I ran back to the mountain with some sticks to try and block it off but it was too late. I closed my eyes as it came rushing towards me, when my best friend Selma pushed me. Selma got stuck in the mud I dived in I couldn’t find her she was gone.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #373737; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.5pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-27825879875076860662017-08-18T11:47:00.002+12:002017-08-18T11:47:55.812+12:00100 word writing challenge #44<br /><br /><h2 style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &quot;montserrat&quot;;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><u>Seamore the Seal</u></b></span></span></h2><div><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &quot;montserrat&quot;;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &quot;montserrat&quot;;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><u><br /></u></b></span></span></div><img height="426" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/GptPBZCtRw49PQ01KkADZqyJxsDXhZOL3MxGOQd_Jyq3SALHosiI6EnD1kMHpJVtmLwBeuD5CBCrzSRO2R5XH2A_glOt3ZDiU5q78z8kig7eOFzakGgGTlibLtKaHwgbCS8f15x8" style="border: none; color: magenta; font-family: Montserrat; font-size: 12pt; transform: rotate(0rad); white-space: pre-wrap;" width="630" /><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;; font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am Seamore the seal, I was swimming peacefully when these humans invaded. I had an brilliant idea, I’d hide behind a huge rock. The humans walked passed I whacked them with my tail. They fell, they all started to fall over each other. I rolled to the shore, I watched quietly as they fell. I laughed uncontrollably. They looked at me, they must have thought I was dying, they ran away. I kept laughing and went back into the ocean. I told everyone about it, we all laughed. Those humans will never come here again we all hoped.</span>Heather Matthewsnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350874103872434982.post-60996854905272620512017-08-18T09:58:00.002+12:002017-08-18T09:58:53.569+12:00The Magician<h4 dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; padding: 3.75pt 3.75pt 3.75pt 3.75pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Magician</span></h4><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I open my eyes and think, who did this to me? why am I here? did I do something wrong? I look up slowly at this huge building I had a feeling that I was here once before. I have a flashback to my childhood this was the orphanage that I grew up in. I remembered more the only reason I went in the orphanage was because my family home burnt down. It only burnt down because of me! My mother told me not to use the oven. I escape I but I never saw my little sister or mother again. I put my head in my hands, a single tear came from my eye. I get up and sadly walked and open the dark oak door and saw, a picture of me as a kid. I turned around “Slam” the door loudly shut, I run up to it I pull and pull but the door was locked. I look at the stairs, with a thought, who locked me in here? I need to get out. I cautiously went up the stairs. I see my childhood self running down the stairs, I watch him, he went through some boxes. I remember there was a back door to the yard. I quickly went down the stairs, and I moved the boxes. In the boxes I saw rusty old trophies, dusty art and board games I liked chest the best. I liked learning new strategies to win the game. I finally moved all the boxes and found the back door. I open the door, with a fancy golden knob, and carefully crept out the garden. &nbsp;There was a rusty fence, with a little brown gate, I walk towards it. There was a creepy voice calls me back to the building. I have a feeling like there more in the orphanage, that meant to be me, but why? I kept going up the stairs then I saw my little old bed. On my bed there was a little teddy bear with a nametag that said Mr J. Stuffington. I loved he as a kid he was my favorite toy. I was heading to go up more when a gust of wind came out of nowhere. I look out through the window there was a tornado of wind it was huge. I could was it it couldn’t be… my mother and sister? I run down the stairs to the back door. I got to the front of the orphanage but I &nbsp;kept getting pushed back the winds was very strong. I kept running and running towards it but the wind pushed me back into a puddle. My clothes were soaked I looked up the tornado of wind kept getting bigger and bigger. I saw books and leaves everywhere on the ground I noticed an umbrella I had an ideal. I grabbed the umbrella and climb up the ladder beside the orphanage then I made it to the top of the orphanage. I jumped the wind blew into the inside of my umbrella pushing me up. I was up above the tornado I didn’t notice it before but there was a person at bottom of the tornado. In the stranger's hand I saw a stick it looked like the stranger was controlling the tornado. I was above my mother and sister but I didn’t think about how to get them down. I let go of the umbrella I fell right through I was right beside the stranger and tackled him. The tornado stopped everything fell including my mother and sister. I grabbed his stick and pointed it at my mother and sister they gracefully glided down, they looked as light as a feather. I looked at the stranger as he got he looked like me? He spoke </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I am no stranger I am the magician or what you call me your conscience”. Really I thought </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I will bring you back to your world” he said.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I have one question why did you bring me here” I said.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I brought you here so that you know that it wasn’t your fault that your house burn down, nothing was your fault and that you should have no regret. I said</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“When you go back you will not remember this every happened and you mother and sister will be with you” he said </span></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-d3429dda-f234-2003-794b-f43330b9212e"></span><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He grabbed his stick and started floated he zapped us and we were back. Now I can live a happy life with my family once again and will not have any regret. </span></div>Makaeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02964390122920993728noreply@blogger.com0